Fix You

Chapter 16

SAM’S POV~~

Harry and I never got our pizza. We stayed in bed together and soon enough, we fell asleep. The boys and Ty had already been at our door to check on us, and each time, Harry shooed them away. I felt genuinely happy with what happened tonight.

The last time I had sex was with Ryan.

Harry was different.

With Ryan I was scared.

With Harry I felt loved.

I don’t regret Harry at all, although a few months ago I would have.

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“Samantha! You fucking slut! What the hell do you think you’re doing!? You’re mine, do you understand me? You sleep in my bed and my bed alone!”

His hand stung against my face, but at this point, I was used to it.

“Ry, plea-”

“Stop fucking begging, Sam! You’re a cunt and you know it. I don’t deserve this bullshit! You’re worthless; you could be a goddamn prostitute for all I care, giving yourself away to other people!” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed, crushing my collar bone.

And then I woke up. I gasped for air and sat up in bed. My quick motions woke Harry up, when I looked down at the bed to see him I realized my pillow was stained with sweat.

“Samantha, babe, what happened are you alright?” Harry sat up next to me, rather panicky, and stroked my face with his thumb.

My throat was on fire. I couldn’t breathe.

“Sam, Sam, baby you’ve got to talk to me what do you need?” I was hyperventilating now. The thought of Ryan literally knocked the wind right out of me. I have never slept with anyone other than Ryan, I knew that was why I had that dream.

I just didn’t understand why my subconscious couldn’t leave me alone.

I was shaking, but I managed to get up out of bed and run to the kitchen to get myself some water for my burning throat. Harry ran after me in his boxers.

After drinking practically an entire bottle of water in one gulp, I was finally able to talk to Harry. He wrapped me in his arms and I placed my forehead on his shoulder.

“I-it was Ryan.”

He hugged me tighter and kissed my forehead.

“I’ve got you now, it’s going to be okay.”

I hope so.

I picked up my head to look at Harry. He was staring down at me, his eyes were worried. He looked like he might even cry.

“Harry…” he looked away.

“It’s about 7 AM we should go back to bed,” he said, changing the subject.

“You can if you’d like, I’m going to stay up. I can’t go back to sleep after that.” I walked out of the kitchen with my water bottle and sat down on the couch in the living room.

“If you’re staying up, I will too.”

Harry sat down next to me and pulled me in to him. He grabbed a blanket that was draped over the top of the couch and covered us. We flipped through the channels for what seemed like forever when we realized that the best thing that was on was Spongebob or Paid Programming. Not much of a choice.